The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 538

Shirley had always thought Charlotte was the poor, forgotten girl from the Main family. Finding out she was actually the beloved princess of an ultra-wealthy clan was a total shock.

Trying to hide how giddy she felt, Shirley blinked at Charlotte, her cheeks turning rosy. “So, Charlotte, does this mean I’ll get to see my idol in person more often?”

“Hm?” Charlotte looked at her, lifting an eyebrow.

“You know,” Shirley said, her eyes shining with excitement, “like, actually see him… without his shirt on?”

“Shirley, you’re pretty bold,” a voice cut in from behind.

Before Charlotte could answer, Andrew had come up and tapped Shirley on the back of her head. He gave her a sly look. “You like seeing guys with no shirts, huh?”

Shirley glanced at Andrew, her face blazing red, and stayed quiet.

“I’ve got a nice body, too,” Andrew went on, pushing her bangs out of her eyes. “Say a few nice things about me. If I’m happy, maybe I’ll show you.”

Shirley grumbled, cheeks still pink, “With that tiny amount of muscle? Please.” She grabbed Stella’s hand and hurried away.

“Tiny amount of muscle?” Andrew called after her, his pride clearly bruised. “Shirley! Say that again!”

Watching the two of them mess around, Charlotte squeezed Anthony’s hand and shot him a look.

Anthony took in the playful chaos, a knowing smile on his face. He leaned in close, his lips almost brushing her ear. “I have a pretty good body too. Want to see it again?”

Again?

He pushed a couple of snacks closer to her hand, then looked at Andrew. “Pour something non-alcoholic for the girls.”

Roger swirled the wine in his glass, his eyes landing on Anthony’s hand at Charlotte’s waist. Jealousy prickled under his skin. Charlotte might have promised not to show off their relationship, but Anthony clearly didn’t care.

Maybe he’d miscalculated.

Roger stepped outside to take a call, coming back in just as Stella, who was sitting next to Charlotte, accepted a drink. She wore a crisp white blouse that made her skin look porcelain smooth, and as she nodded, she softly said, “Thank you.” She looked so sweet and delicate, almost like a doll.

He hadn’t noticed her before, with the dim lights and her late arrival, but now his gaze lingered on her. His expression was impossible to read.

Stella must have felt it, because she looked up and met his eyes. For a second, his stare held hers and the glass in her hand quivered ever so slightly. She quickly dropped her gaze, her fingers curling tightly around her drink.